I eyed the cupboards—my usual spot was taken. Akio had taken it. He trembled as Cho and Dai tried to soothe him. He’d been in before me; I’d recognised the screams. And now he’d made me waste a second on watching him cry. Fuck!
“Ichiro,” I whispered and met his terrified gaze. “He wants you.” Ichiro tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t carry him. As he crawled toward the doorway I eyed the vacated spot behind the glass cabinet door. I hated being shut in.
“You’re to go the bathroom, shave everything off, and bring the doll,” I murmured.